Page 51

When it hits her skin, she hisses against my cock and arches into me, forcing me further down the back of her throat. I do it again, and again. She recovers quickly, moaning around me and swirling her tongue up and down and round and round. She fucking loves this as much as I do, and the confirmation of it sends me plummeting toward the edge of oblivion.

“Fuck, yes,” I pant, coming down the back of her throat so goddamn hard I see stars, dropping the candle by accident.

It hits the ground, breaking into shattered pieces next to my feet. Lydia giggles, releasing me from her mouth and licking her lips clean. I nearly come again at the sight of it.

How is she so fucking perfect?

She jumps off the mattress, leaning over and picking up a shard of glass. I turn to face her in confusion as she places her palm against my chest, pushing me down onto the mattress. I move back until I’m in the middle of the bed, watching intently as she crawls over me until she’s straddling me. She’s laughing like a psycho, and there’s a look in her eyes that I’ve never seen before. It should have me running for the hills, but instead, it makes me want to consume her whole.

Like I said, fucking perfect.

My gaze shifts to the rather large shard of glass in her hand as she brings it down over my carotid. She presses the edge into my flesh until it stings, and I inhale sharply. I don’t have to look down to know she’s broken the skin. The pain sends a thrill through me, igniting every single part of me that I’ve suppressed before this moment.

She runs the pad of her thumb over the trail of blood, the sting of it settling beneath my skin in hot waves. I can feel myself hardening for her once again. And when I think she can’t possibly captivate me further, she brushes her blood-smeared thumb over my lower lip before leaning down and licking it right off my skin. A pathetic whimper escapes me when she tugs my lower lip between her teeth, releasing it as she sits up.

“Is this the part where you sacrifice me to whatever wicked thing has you smiling like that?” I ask, morbidly curious and sort of hoping she says yes.

“Maybe so,” she answers, eyes wide with the thrill of her devilish little game. “Or maybe this is the part where I break you and make you kneel for your queen.”

My cock twitches as it fills all over again with need for the fascinating specimen looming above me with chaos in her eyes. Little does she know, I’d kneel for her in every fucking lifetime.

“On my knees for you? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I tease, flipping her over until she’s below me. Snatching the shard of glass she discarded on the mattress beside me, I press it against the skin above her collarbone. “Don’t get it twisted, love,” I say, “If I kneel before you, it won’t be in surrender, but in worship.”

She inhales sharply as the meaning of my words takes shape in her beautiful mind. She hardly notices as I press the glass into her skin, whimpering softly as a single tear slides down her cheek. I don’t stop to ask if she’s okay, because her expression tells me everything I need to know. She wants this as much as I do. She and I are the same fucking brand of crazy—twisted in all the same places, sharp around all the same edges.

I lean down and lick the tear from her skin and then stifle her sobs as I press my mouth to hers. She opens up for me as I drop the glass and press my thumb into the wound to stop the bleeding. Her back arches toward me, her legs wrapping around my waist as she urges me to give her all of me.

“Is this what you want?” I ask, running my cock up her slick center and over her clit. She moans, pushing against me. “Yes,” she says, breathless.

Her greedy hand slips between us, her fingers wrapping around my cock to line me up to her entrance. I grab her wrist before she can succeed, raising her hand above her head and pinning it against the mattress.

“Tell me how bad you want it, love,” I order, continuing to slide myself over her perfect fucking pussy. The feel of how wet she is for me makes it hard as fuck not to thrust myself fully inside of her right this second.

“If you keep baiting me like this, I’m going to take it,” she hisses, pushing her hips up in nearly the perfect position to slide over my cock.

Fuuuck, I almost let her. She leans forward and bites my neck, pretty fucking hard. Doesn’t she know that shit won’t work in her favor? I want to bleed for her.

“Such a viscous little thing,” I snarl, nudging my cock near her entrance. “Do you think you deserve to have it?” I ask, giving her an inch and then pulling it right back out. She moans, and the sound of it makes me want to give in, to give all the way in.

“So fucking tight, love,” I say, my voice choked and raspy. “I could rip you apart if I wanted.”

“What if I want you to?” she asks, her eyes dancing between my own, daring me to break first. She pushes her hips up, seeking her pleasure.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” I say, giving her two inches this time. Her legs tighten around my waist as I stretch the inner walls of her soaking pussy. Fuck, it’s too much, and not nearly enough.

“Who said I was asking?” she says, her teeth clenched.

She fists her hands into my hair, tugging me toward her. Leaning up, she tugs my bottom lip between her teeth. On instinct, my hips thrust forward another inch. I groan, the sound depraved. She feels so fucking good. I want all of her. I need all of her. I give in, pressing forward another inch.

“Remember those words when I fuck you so hard you’re ravaged and still begging for more,” I say.

Holding her gaze, I push myself most of the way inside of her at a slow and torturous pace until I’m buried so deep that all I can think about is her ruin. For a brief second, I think she might be in pain, and it causes me to still inside of her. Her next words give me full permission to keep going.

“Don’t make promises you can’t follow through on, sunshine.”

“As you wish, love,” I whisper, pushing fully inside with one final, hard thrust.

Her head falls back as pure ecstasy consumes her features. She moans my name, the sound unraveling me from the inside out. I pull out of her and then push back in, this time without mercy. I don’t go easy on her. I don’t take my time or wait for her to recover. I know what she needs.